| Antananarivo, Central Madagascar. Roughly 3 million people live in this area. |
My husband and I, together with friends from another church in South Africa, went to visit Madagascar. Our purpose was to encourage a local church with whom we have a close relationship; to come alongside its pastors and help enlarge the understanding of healthy families and healthy marriages. We spend many moments in the sturdy typical tough-for-Africa Toyota truck talking about these topics, sharing the challenges our society and cultures place on the health of God's family. It was a privilege to spend time with pastors who are not only incredibly wise but also dear friends. I listened and learnt a lot!
... and yes, it was especially a privilege to get to hang out with my own wise pastor aka my husband. [Sure it's cheesy, but I just HAD to say it ;-)!! ]
(And also, many many thanks to our incredible friends who looked after our kids back home.)
Before I get stuck on some really good conversation points, let me firstly introduce you to my Madagascan experience:
Friendly smiles in different shades.
Friendships formed cross cultural.
Hansel & Gretel houses with clay tiles and steep rooftops. Dilapidated.
Custom made wooden doors.
Tuscan walls with orange blossom creepers. Next to a homeless. Contrast.
Cobblestone roads. Bikes. Scooters. Push-push cars. Wagons with donkeys. Cream Citroen taxis, a remnant from the french influence.
Duck breast with foie gras.
Pomme frites.
Rice paddies. Scattered from inner cities to countryside. Dark green. Lime green. Brown.
Muddy rivers slithering through a frumpled-up countryside. Mountainous. Breath taking beauty.
Crisp mornings and dusty afternoons.
Translators.
Communication interruptions.
Laughter.
I loved every moment.
Many thanks to Tana City Church and its elders. You guys rock!
| Vanilla yogurt and strawberry jam ice cream. Possibly the best ice cream I have ever eaten! |
| "Where the streets have no name..." U2 song. So true of Antananarivo where there are no visible street names! |